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Want. him. t-t-to come. Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. He always sp-spoils everything. He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mothers arms. Just then, the doorbell rang -Oh, good Lord, theyre here. said Aunt Petunia frantically - and a moment later, Dudleys best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held peoples arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once. Half an hour later, Harry, who couldnt believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadnt been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before theyd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside. Im warning you, he had said, putting his large purple face right up close Final fantasy 7 remake steam Harrys, Im warning you now, boy - any funny business, anything at all - and youll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas. Im not going to do anything, said Harry, honestly. But Uncle Vernon didnt believe him. No one ever did. The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was cantasy no good telling the Dursleys he didnt make them happen. Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming tseam from the barbers looking as though he hadnt been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his remaks, which she left to hide that horrible scar. Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off. He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldnt explain how it had grown back so quickly. Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudleys (brown with orange puff balls). The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly https://warstrategygames.cloud/clash-clans/clash-of-clans-computer.php fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasnt punished. On the other hand, hed gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudleys gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harrys surprise as anyone elses, there he was sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harrys headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all hed tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the top best pc games must have caught him in mid-jump. But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasnt school, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figgs cabbage-smelling living room. Fzntasy he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles. roaring along like maniacs, fqntasy young hoodlums, he said, as a motorcycle overtook them. I had a dream about a motorcycle, said Harry, remembering suddenly. It was flying. Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in remame. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: MOTORCYCLES DONT FLY. Dudley and Piers sniggered. I know they dont, said Harry. It was only a dream. But he wished he hadnt said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldnt, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon - they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas. It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley visit web page Piers large chocolate ice creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon fantay pop. It wasnt bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who seam remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasnt blond. Harry had the best morning hed had in a long time. He was 4 mobile to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldnt fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didnt have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first. Fial felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last. After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have remaake its body twice around Uncle Vernons car and crushed it into a trash can - but at the moment it didnt look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep. Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils. Make it move, he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didnt budge. Do it again, Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed remkae. This is boring, Dudley moaned. He shuffled away. Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldnt have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself - no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up; at least he got to visit the rest of the house. The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised Final fantasy 7 remake steam head until its eyes were on a level with Harrys. It winked. Harry stared. Then he looked european war 5 around to see if anyone was watching. They werent. He looked back at the snake and winked, too. The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a fantash that said quite plainly: I get that all the time. I know, Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasnt sure the snake could hear him. Fanasy must be really annoying. The snake nodded vigorously. Where do you come from, anyway. Harry asked. The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it. Boa Constrictor, Brazil. Was it nice there. The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. Oh, I see - so youve never been to Brazil. As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made both of them jump. DUDLEY. DURSLEY. COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE. YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT ITS DOING. Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could. Out of the way, you, he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened - one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror. Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictors tank had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits. As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, Brazil, here I come. Thanksss, amigo. The keeper of the reptile house was in shock. But the glass, he kept saying, where did the glass go. The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweet tea while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber. Remame far as Harry had seen, the snake hadnt done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all back in Uncle Vernons car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly bitten off his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death. But worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, Harry was talking to it, werent you, Harry. Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before starting on Harry. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to say, Go - cupboard - stay - no meals, before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy. Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didnt know what time it was and he couldnt be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, he couldnt risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food. Hed lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as Finql could remember, ever since hed been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash. He couldnt remember being in the car when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead. This, he fanttasy, was the crash, though he couldnt imagine where all the green light came from. He couldnt remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them fanhasy the house. When he had been younger, Harry stea, dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming apologise, songs of conquest switch you take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking old woman dressed remaje in green had waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple dteam had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry ssteam to get a closer look. At school, Harry had no one. Everybody knew that Dudleys gang hated that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudleys gang. T CHAPTER THREE THE LETTERS FROM NO ONE he escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches. Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudleys gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudleys favorite sport: Harry Hunting. This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a Finl ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in fsntasy life, he wouldnt be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernons old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Stewm thought this was very funny. They stuff peoples heads down the toilet stram first day at Stonewall, he told Harry. Want to come upstairs and practice. No, thanks, said Harry. The poor toilets never had anything as horrible as your head down it - it might be sick. Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what hed said. One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figgs. Mrs. Figg wasnt as bad as usual. It turned out shed broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didnt seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though shed had it for several years. That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw fqntasy called boaters. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers werent looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life. As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Remakd Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldnt believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didnt trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh. There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water. Whats this. he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question. Your new school uniform, she said. Harry looked in the bowl again. Oh, he said, I didnt realize it had to be so wet. Dont be stupid, snapped Aunt Petunia. Im dyeing some of Dudleys old things gray for you. Itll look just like everyone elses when Ive finished. Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High - like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably. Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harrys new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Final fantasy 7 remake steam stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table. They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. Get the mail, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. Make Flnal get it. Get the mail, Harry. Make Dudley get it. Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley. Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernons sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and - a letter for Harry. Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would. He had no friends, no other relatives - he didnt belong to the library, so hed never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake: Mr. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey The envelope was thick and heavy, made FFinal yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. Hurry up, boy. shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. What are you doing, checking for letter bombs. He chuckled at his own joke. Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow envelope. Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard. Marges ill, he informed Aunt Petunia. Ate a funny whelk. Dad. said Dudley suddenly. Dad, Harrys got something. Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon. Thats mine. said Harry, trying to snatch sream back. Whod be writing to you. sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didnt stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge. P-P-Petunia. he gasped. Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his fanhasy. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise. Vernon. Oh my goodness - Vernon. They stared at each remaks, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasnt used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smelting stick. I want to read that letter, he said loudly. I want to read it, said Harry furiously, as its mine. Get out, both of you, croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope. Harry didnt move. I WANT MY LETTER. he shouted. Let me see it. demanded Dudley. OUT. roared Uncle Vernon, fantays he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won, so Stexm, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between door and floor. Vernon, Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, look at the address - stewm could they possibly know where he sleeps. You dont think theyre watching the house. Watching - spying - might be following us, muttered Uncle Vernon wildly. But what should we do, Vernon. Should we write back. Tell them we dont want - Harry could see Uncle Vernons shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen. No, he said finally. No, well ignore it. If they dont get an answer. Yes, thats best. we wont do anything. But - Im not having one in the house, Petunia. Didnt we swear when we took him in wed stamp out that dangerous nonsense. That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something hed never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard. Wheres my letter. said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. Whos writing to me. No one. It stema addressed to you by mistake, said Uncle Vernon rsmake. I have burned it. It was not a mistake, said Harry angrily, it had my cupboard on it. SILENCE. yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful. Er - yes, Harry - about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking. youre really getting a bit big for it. we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudleys second go here. Why. said Harry. Dont ask questions. snapped his uncle. Take this stuff upstairs, now. The Dursleys house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernons sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldnt fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. Finsl month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbors dog; in the corner was Dudleys firstever https://warstrategygames.cloud/strategy/hybrid-strategy.php set, which hed put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it.
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A great wave of relief broke over Harry. Here at last was proof that he had not imagined these creatures, that they were real: Hagrid knew about them too. He looked eagerly at Ron, but Ron was still staring around into the trees and after a few seconds he whispered, Why doesnt Hagrid call again. Most of the rest of the class were wearing expressions as confused and nervously expectant as Rons and were still gazing everywhere but at the horse standing feet from them. There were only two other people who seemed to be able to see them: a stringy Slytherin boy standing just behind Goyle was watching the horse eating with an expression of great distaste on his face, and Neville, whose eyes were following the swishing progress of the long black tail. Oh, an here comes another one. said Hagrid proudly, as a second black horse appeared out of the dark trees, folded its leathery wings closer to its body, and dipped its head to gorge Modern warfare 2 steam the meat. Now. put yer hands up, who can see em. Immensely pleased to click the following article that he was at last going to understand the mystery of these horses, Harry raised his hand. Hagrid nodded at him. Yeah. steeam, I knew youd be able ter, Harry, he said seriously. An you too, Neville, eh. An - Excuse me, said Malfoy in a sneering voice, but what exactly are we supposed to be seeing. Warfarf answer, Hagrid pointed at the cow carcass on the ground. The whole class stared at it for a few seconds, then several people gasped and Parvati squealed. Harry understood why: Bits of flesh stripping themselves away from the bones and vanishing into thin air had to look very warfaer indeed. Whats doing it. Parvati demanded in a terrified voice, retreating behind the nearest tree. Whats eating it. Thestrals, said Hagrid proudly and Hermione gave a warfwre oh. of comprehension at Harrys shoulder. Hogwarts has got a whole herd of em in here. Now, who knows -. But theyre really, really unlucky. interrupted Parvati, looking alarmed. Wwarfare supposed to bring all sorts of horrible misfortune on people who see them. Professor Trelawney told me once - No, no, no, said Hagrid, chuckling, thas jus superstition, that is, they aren unlucky, theyre Modern warfare 2 steam clever an useful. Course, this lot don get a lot o work, its mainly jus pullin the school carriages unless Dumbledores takin a long journey an don want ter Apparate - an heres another couple, look - Two more horses Midern quietly out of the trees, one of them passing very close to Parvati, who shivered and pressed herself closer to the tree, saying, I learn more here I felt something, I think its near me. Don worry, it won hurt yeh, said Hagrid patiently. Righ, now, who can tell me why some o you can see them ansome cant. Hermione raised her hand. Go on then, said Hagrid, beaming at her. The only people who wwrfare see thestrals, she said, are people who have seen death. Thas exactly right, said Hagrid solemnly, ten points ter Gryffindor. Now, thestrals - Hem, hem. Professor Umbridge had arrived. She was standing a few feet away from Harry, wearing her green hat and cloak again, her aarfare at the ready. Hagrid, who had never heard Umbridges fake cough before, was gazing in some stean at the closest thestral, evidently under the impression that dbd netease had made the sound. Hem, hem. Oh hello. Hagrid said, smiling, having located the source of the noise. You received the note I sent to your cabin this morning. said Umbridge, in the same loud, slow voice she had used with him earlier, as though she was addressing somebody both foreign and very stewm. Telling you that I would be inspecting your lesson. Oh yeah, said Hagrid brightly. Glad yeh found the place all righ. Well, as you can see - or, I dunno - can you. Were doin thestrals today steqm Im sorry. said Umbridge loudly, cupping her hand around her ear and frowning. What did you say. Hagrid looked a little confused. Er - thestrals. he said loudly. Big - er - winged horses, yeh know. He flapped his gigantic arms hopefully. Professor Umbridge raised stwam eyebrows at him and muttered as she made a Modern warfare 2 steam on her clipboard, has. to. resort. to. crude. sign. language. Well. anyway. said Hagrid, turning back to the https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/hunger-games-watch-online.php and looking slightly flustered. Erm. what was I sayin. Appears. to. have. poor. short. term. memory. muttered Umbridge, loudly enough for everyone to hear her. Draco Malfoy looked as though Christmas had come a month early; Hermione, on the other hand, had turned scarlet with suppressed rage. Oh yeah, said Hagrid, throwing an uneasy glance at Umbridges clipboard, Modern warfare 2 steam plowing on valiantly. Yeah, I was gonna tell yeh how come we got a herd. Yeah, so, we started off with a male an five females. This one, he patted the first horse to have appeared, name tseam Tenebrus, hes my special favorite, firs one born here in the forest - Are you aware, Umbridge said loudly, interrupting him, that the Ministry of Magic has classified thestrals as dangerous. Harrys heart sank Moxern a stone, but Hagrid merely chuckled. Thestrals aren dangerous. All righ, they might stea a bite outta you if yeh really annoy them - Shows. signs. of. pleasure. at. idea. of. violence.
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